We left our heroes planning to raise money by selling chocolate fruit. The money
was to buy medical facilities for war-wounded, in our on-going Nephilim Exodus.
We plan to sell the chocolate fruit throughout Terran Space, introducing it
through Adonis, the most free-wheeling of the long-established Terran colonies.
It's only two days' journey from Hellene to Adonis, by the Munch, so we make the
trip that way rather than trying to dowse for Adonis with the pantope. Anyway,
even on Adonis, it's still conventional to show up with some sort of
ship...
We are quickly greeted by several patrol ships, which take a lively interest in
the Munch, since it bills itself as a merchant vessel but looks a whole lot like
a battleship. (It is. It was originally a destroyer in the Philippian fleet.)
Ground control is interested in us, too, mostly because Dafnord explains we're
here to set up an import/export business. The patrol boats and ground control
proceed to give us contradictory landing directions. Dafnord picks the set he
likes -- landing at Sybil Spaceport -- and invites the Ranger captain in the
patrol boat to thrash it out with ground control, which he does. Edvard easily
decodes their transmissions, and we amuse ourselves by listening in.
The patrol boats want to make sure we understand about not using our
considerable gunnery while dirtside. Dafnord makes reassuring noises, until
some civilian hot-dogger zips past our nose, rather too near and too fast. Then
he has Edvard warm up one of the laser cannon and tells the patrol captain it's
our collision avoidance system, and that this ship is heavily automated, so we
might not be able to reign in its reactions fast enough. The Rangers get his
very polite threat and make sure no one, including them, gets too close to us
thereafter.
Though we don't really power down the gun until the Rangers
power down theirs.
Eventually, we land. We are immediately greeted by three ground vehicles, from
which emerge three sets of people in three different uniforms. One of the
vehicles looks a lot like a limousine, and only one fellow gets out of it,
looking a lot like a chauffeur.
Dafnord, Robbie, and Katrina step out onto the gangway and remain, smiling
silently, at the top, until the chauffeur shouts up, "Permission to come
aboard?"
"And you would be?..." prompts Dafnord.
He's the chauffeur of a Mr. Augustine Chin-Wa, and he's large enough to block
the progress of the other two sets of uniforms as they try to mount the gangway.
Dafnord gives permission, and soon Mr. Chin-Wa himself emerges and comes aboard,
while the chauffeur stays below, playing Gate.
Mr. Chin-Wa is a red-haired Eurasian, very nicely dressed. He represents the
Sybil Chamber of Commerce. He explains that the other two uniformed groups, now
jammed at the bottom of the gangway, are the Rangers (in black) and Customs (in
blue). We have the furnisher project three small conference rooms.
Robbie and Katrina closet themselves with Mr. Chin-Wa and have Kate bring in
some sample chocolate fruit.
Dafnord, meanwhile, goes back out and brings aboard two Customs officials,
stowing them in another conference room. They get all excited when they hear
we're planning on importing fruit and want to know all about it. Well, they
probably don't want to hear that we got it off an elf-owned star-ship from the
far future, so Dafnord just assures them that it's derived from Earth's
biosphere, is genetically engineered, and we're only planning on bringing in
radio-sterilized stuff.
Yes, but. They have loads of other questions. What was the biosphere where it
was raised, for instance. It's going to be
raised on a still-undiscovered planet, but we lie valiantly and tell them it's
raised in hydroponic greenhouses. Greenhouses where? Um, on Hellene.
Where on Hellene? Ipsylvania. Oh (looking faintly
disappointed), that's all right, then. But what kind of
radio-sterilization? (What kind would you like?)
Once Dafnord gets them arguing with each other over the finer points of filling
out forms, he leaves for a bit to collect the Rangers, still outside.
Meanwhile, Robbie and Katrina have been hosting Mr. Chin-Wa much more cordially
and have offered him tea or coffee. Thanks to a slightly careless wording of
the order to Edvard, they get a delivery of tea and coffee
and a blend of the two, in three separate carafes, delivered by
an engineering drone that looks more suited to repairing reactors.
Dafnord notes this and orders a second round for the Customs officials, feeling
it's the least they deserve. It gets delivered by an even more formidable
robot. Good.
Meanwhile, Dafnord has Gannar answer the Ranger's questions, which are mostly
about the ship and its weaponry. Gannar explains about the ship being a
starfleet-surplus made-over destroyer. He declines to tell them where it's
from, since the Philippian Empire won't be building Edvard for several decades
yet, and the Rangers will be just as happy not knowing about the time-travel
angle. Still, they notice that the ship and its weaponry look
very advanced, and take lots of notes.
Meanwhile, Mr. Chin-Wa has sampled the chocolate fruit and is very favorably
impressed. He tells us that he sees lots of possibilities for us. He tells us
the Chamber of Commerce can help us ... cut through the paperwork ... and if we
take a full advisory contract with them, they'll charge us only one to three
percent. Robbie says we'll think about it.
As we show our various guests out, we see still more vehicles rolling up, and
workmen building erecting a cordon around our ship. Gee, none of the
other ships on the ground have those. Robbie strolls out to
investigate and is invited aboard a vehicle very like a luxurious van, by
another chauffeur type. (On the way, some Rangers scan him, then have to check
their scanners for malfunction. That'll teach them to probe a robot who is a
mass of djinnish magic...)
Inside, Robbie meets another Eurasian, a Mr. John Hin-Twa, who turns out --
surprise, surprise -- to be the business partner of Mr. Chin-Wa. (He also
immediately falls off the telepathy net. The van is psilenced.) Mr. Chin-Wa
could only speak as a representative of the Chamber of Commerce, just now, but
he can speak for their own business, Three-Ways, an
import/export company. He, too, wants to be very helpful for a small
percentage. His partner must have wasted no time giving us a rave review over
the phone to him.
Robbie politely says we'll think about it, then looks back to the ship, which
now has two cordons around it, each with a gate to pass through.
Mr. Hin-Twa offers him the services of his chauffeur, who turns out to be
moonlighting; he's also a local sheriff and, once back in his sheriff uniform,
can wave Robbie through the checkpoints and onto the ship.
In the distance, we see more bureaucracies mustering.
We decide to consult with Morniesul, so we gate in on him five days after he
left us. He's been to Adonis, it turns out. Or he will be.
Anyway, he explains that, yes, Adonis is, by and large, the freewheeling place
we heard about, but that very fact tends to push the fussier, stodgier minority
into control-intensive areas like the Rangers and Customs. Sort of a defensive
crust around the culture. We can cope with it in any of three ways:
- We can trump on agency with another we like better. This can be fun. - We can
ally with a rich merchant, which is what we've been offered. - We can become
powerful private citizens, which would take a long time.
We decide to accept offer number two, if Hin-Twa and Chin-Wa hold up under
investigation. We decide to do this investigating about a week before we
arrived...
Tom lets Gannar and Robbie out in a Sybil back street. Robbie tries to contact
the Adonis-Wide-Web and promptly faints. Gannar re-boots his partner, then
tries, more cautiously. Oog. Yes, lots of comm going on. Robbie fainted from
overload.
Fortunately, there's a cafe nearby, with public terminals in some of the booths.
Gannar presents the cashier with Hellene marks and asks for local currency.
There are several; Sybil bucks look good, so he takes some of those and starts
the terminal going. Three-Ways has admirers and detracts, but not a lot more
detractors than any other similar business. Contrary to the anonymous
disgruntled customer, they probably don't eat babies.
Next, the two AIs take a cab to the Ristorante Outre, since it appears to be the
sort of place that would buy chocolate fruit. There, they'll sample their wares
and find out who their supplier is.
The maitre d' eyes Robbie's glossy black finish with silver piping, and Gannar's
ship's fatigues, and offers them jackets. Paisley. Because it's Tuesday.
(This is more like the Adonis we were expecting.)
Each orders a chocolate desert and a fruit desert. Gannar orders pigeon berries
and chocolate bombe, wondering if it explodes. ("And tea, no coffee.") Robbie
orders komodo fruit and chocolate souffle. ("And coffee. Hold the tea.") They
in no way freak out the waiter -- this is the Ristorante Outre,
after all -- and each splits deserts with the other. Robbie decides he likes
pigeon berries.
We ask the maitre d' who their suppliers are. One of them is Three-Ways, and
they're very satisfactory. Okay, Three-Ways appears to be in. We leave.
Gannar, who is mostly organic, including a digestive tract, finds he'd rather
walk than face a cab ride while harboring chocolate bombe and komodo fruit.
Updated: 7-Oct-06
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